Ysl!
Ayo wrld you crazy
SanityTooFye you too fye for this one
I got the bread so she gettin excited
Hit from the back she like I'm inside it
Fuckin that bitch she sayin she like it
And imma pull up and I slide wit a rocket
She wanna talk that bitch outta pocket
She runnin her mouth juss get off dat topic
He tried to run gotta glock imma pop it
She trynna talk to my bro stop it
And we slide down his block mop it
And I'm wit my brudda we slide wit a chopstick
(Slide wit a chop)
And she trynna get put in YSL
Hop in that car and I runnin from twelve
He trynna run up on me he failed
He trynna run and get hit wit shells
Feel like I'm Yeat he get hit wit a bell
I got the bread we scammin through Zelle
Fuckin that bitch and I swear she gone yell
That nigga a snitch you know he gon tell
Put that metal to his teeth now he gotta grill
Slidin wit pap I know the he real
I pull up I slide I juss finna kill
Fucking that bitch she juss wanna feel
Hit him wit the glock got em dancing like bril
Imma slide and the chop got kick
He trynna pull up he shootin a brick
Walk in the building I'm steppin in ricks
That nigga lackin he turn to a lick
I gotta choppa get hit in his shit
And he tried we gon dump on that bitch
SanityTooFye you too fye for this one
I got the bread so she gettin excited
Hit from the back she like I'm inside it
Fuckin that bitch she sayin she like it
And imma pull up and I slide wit a rocket
She wanna talk that bitch outta pocket
She runnin her mouth juss get off dat topic
He tried to run gotta glock imma pop it
She trynna talk to my bro stop it
And we slide down his block mop it
And I'm wit my brudda we slide wit a chopstick
(Slide wit a chop)
And she trynna get put in YSL
Hop in that car and I runnin from twelve
He trynna run up on me he failed
He trynna run and get hit wit shells
Feel like I'm Yeat he get hit wit a bell
I got the bread we scammin through Zelle
Fuckin that bitch and I swear she gone yell
That nigga a snitch you know he gon tell
Put that metal to his teeth now he gotta grill
Slidin wit pap I know the he real
I pull up I slide I juss finna kill
Fucking that bitch she juss wanna feel
Hit him wit the glock got em dancing like bril
Imma slide and the chop got kick
He trynna pull up he shootin a brick
Walk in the building I'm steppin in ricks
That nigga lackin he turn to a lick
I gotta choppa get hit in his shit
And he tried we gon dump on that bitch
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Writer(s): Tramaine Hannah
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